Fall has well performed its show
The mornings bring a chill;
As the leaves fall to the ground
at home here on the hill;
My favorite holiday arrives;
Thanksgiving, true and pure;
There are no costumes, gifts, or lights;
What is,praytell, the lure?
The turkey and the stuffing
are followed by the pie;
The relatives assemble
with their spirits running high.
We bow our heads in one accord;
to thank the Lord Above;
Thanksgiving Day, a holiday
that’s filled with warmth and love.